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Growing into space.
#processingart #generativeart #creativecode

Knots are like breaths repeated. Each loop becomes a quiet return from storm. A pause.
#artThought #fiberart

I don’t design forms. I grow them.

Architectural forms return to life.
Their fibers accumulate into myth, suspended as a quiet whisper.

“Omnia MUTANTUR, nihil INTERIT.”
“Everything CHANGES, nothing IS LOST.”
OVID, Metamorphoses XV.165

Nothing in the whole world is constant. Everything flows. All takes form and fade. Even flame is always changing. What is, is becoming what was. What was, becomes what will be…

Rhythm ≠ Repetition. A form emerges not through control, but through continual becoming.

#creativecoding #codeart

Hybrid Futures.
Not escape, but convergence.

#artThought #genArt #fiberArt

What begins in logic ends in sensation.

"In nova fert animus mutatas dicere formas corpora."
‘I am moved to speak of shapes transformed into new kinds of being.’

Ovid, Metamorphoses I.1

Slow work is the space for the old stories to resurface and live again.

Beauty doesn't emerge from observation, but in sensing what is unseen.

When all the threads are tangled, what follows isn't repair. It's REBIRTH.

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I can't afford to forget.
I need to metabolize.

Each creation echoes the architecture of the unconscious.

#genartclub

When myths break, I trace the threads. Knot the meaning of things unsaid.

Three interlaced knots edited together. Created in Excel and Krita.

Something I started in 2022 and just got around to finishing.
#MathArt

No permanence. No conclusions.
Just a slow rhythm of what's still becoming.

My hands rebel in silence against the pulse of time. Against the scaffolds of belief I once called truth.

Fiber is an archive of what we thought was left behind.

In the spiral of time, repetition gathers what once fell apart.

#timeloops

Art is not assembled structure.
Art emerges. Art becomes.

Myths don't tell stories.
They shape the space for feelings.

Not a failure. Just long pause.

#generativeArt #processing

Sometimes old codes can still run in the background. Like unfinished stories. Functions of glitch.

Shape outlines. Form senses.
Between them, something grows.

Fiber is my way into flow.
It loops like code, it feels like growth.

I believe we are more then what we create. Wonder reveals itself in the journey of becoming.

Code carries structural logic.
Fiber absorbs flowing time.

The STRUCTURE is born before fiber begins to listen.

BEFORE tension, before TOUCH.

SOMETIMES.